He would have been better off not asking. The moment he did, Klee's expression fell, her bright little face clouding over in an instant.
"Sigh..."
She sighed helplessly and sat down on the chair, her head drooping, seemingly terribly worried. "I got into a fight."
The little thing, as delicate as a porcelain doll, lowered her head pitifully, as though facing the greatest problem of her life.
Homelander raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.
Klee looked so sweet and well-behaved that he was genuinely surprised she would get into fights.
With nothing to do right then, his interest was piqued. He sat on the bench and asked curiously, "What happened, sweetheart? Tell me about it."
"Hmph, the boy who sits next to me is always picking on me." Klee pouted. "I don't like him, so I beat him up."
"That wimp went and told the teacher, and the teacher told my mom. If I go home now, Mom's definitely going to yell at me."
Homelander pressed his lips together slightly, feeling that Klee's predicament was extremely similar to his own.
But he quickly pulled his thoughts back, all sorts of possibilities flashing through his mind.
Klee was being picked on. Could this be school bullying?
She had been forced to fight back, yet she was worried about her mother scolding her. Did the other kid have a powerful family?
"Have you told your mom about this?" Homelander asked softly.
Klee nodded. "I have. I'm telling you, that guy is so annoying. He's always pulling my pigtails and stealing my candy."
"Hehe." Klee stuck out her tongue and grinned mischievously.
"I wrote it all down in a notebook and let it add up. When school ended today, I just beat him up. I made him cry!"
At this, she waved her fists